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To me it says a lot. A lifetime's death in love, as Eliot would say.

CR

On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 1:52 PM Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> That says nothing at all about the poetry.
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 1:50 PM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Hints and guesses, hints followed by guesses.
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> CR
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 1:44 PM Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> It would be great if you would explain and show the basis for your reading
> Richard. A "reading" needs some foundation in text, sources, background,
> often biography and history.
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> I, at least, would love to see genuine discussion on the list again.
> Nancy
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 1:41 PM, Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> well i guess it ain't mine
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> Sent from my iPad
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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 11:20 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Well, that is my reading, for whatever worth it is.
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> Regards,
> CR
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:55 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> The only thing i see in common among your quotes is Eliot.
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> Sent from my iPad
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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 10:08 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> ?????
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> On Tue, Feb 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM Richard Seddon <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> CR
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> Come on you are pulling my leg
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> Sent from my iPad
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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 9:10 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Came upon these lines from THE WASTE LAND:
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> *You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;They called me the hyacinth
> girl."- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,  Your arms
> full, and your hair wet, I could not  Speak, and my eyes failed, I was
> neither  Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,  Looking into the heart of
> light, the silence.*
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> http://slayground.livejournal.com/846903.html
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> Umpteen number of times, I've associated these lines with Gerontion's
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> *I that was near your heart was removed therefrom*
> *To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. *
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> To me it goes back to his willful desertion of Emily Hale in LA FIGLIA:
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> *She turned away, but with the autumn weather*
> *Compelled my imagination many days,*
> *Many days and many hours: *
> *Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.*
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> The echoes of this loss reverberate in the opening passage of BURNT
> NORTON:
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> *Footfalls echo in the memory*
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> *Down the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never
> openedInto the rose-garden. *
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> Not, however, without its final resolution in LITTLE GIDDING:
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> *This is the use of memory:For liberation - not less of love but
> expandingOf love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well
> as the past. *
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> Cheers,
> CR
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